You screamed while you tried to rest, as he tried to hold back what led
You travelled somewhere deep, left not a trace of sanity
“This isn’t something we could’ve changed,” he said
“For things just go even if you latch on so, you better rest now;
rest in a bed where you'll feel something other than regret"
Next to you an old lover, next to you a friend
“Weakness,” he says, “isn’t leading you on,”
“the panic,” he says, “doesn’t have to be feeding on you at all”
You say it’s good to see him and that he’s been on your mind
That the time is going faster, the longer you live your life
A quick sorry for the hassle and and a thank for the kiss
It’s boring the both you —this is all there is
Though you feel like you stand between his life and your dreams
You ask if there’s someone, and if so what she means to him
“What it means,” he says, “is that all of these times we go on living,
so you take your love, you chin up, feel handless but face on”
As you try and let go, it must feel heavy on your shoulders
You must feel like there’s something huge hovering over you
But he says that there's absolutely nothing that you need,
absolutely nothing that you have to be,
so you better rest now lover, rest
Don’t take the doubt back to bed